I've been too caught up in the collab that me an jack are doing to pay attention to what's going on IC (seriously, that collab is turning into a separate story on its own, which is kind of cool lol). Can you guys provide me with a brief overview of what has happened with your groups?
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@YvainThere's the IC to read, but also all the CS sheets as well. A lot of people (like me) wrote some important stuff in their CS. So you have a lot to read on your plate.
Sorry to intrude, But i'll be real. I joined this website cause this role-play caught my eye and i was lurking around forever today (creepy, i know :/). But it wouldn't hurt to at this point just ask: Are you guys accepting any more characters by chance? Understandable if you aren't.
I think we are. I'm not the GM, so I can't be absolutely sure.
Anyway, welcome to the site
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I think he'd fancy himself like 15% hero.
So what's the other 85%?
@mattmanganon You should make a magic based OC that appears as a teen so we can start the Teen Titans 2.0
No lie, though. Even if that doesn't happen, it would still be cool to see more young heroes. So far I think only Robin and Bluebird are younger than 20. (Guess you could count Red Hood too, but he's not 100% "hero")
No lie, though. Even if that doesn't happen, it would still be cool to see more young heroes. So far I think only Robin and Bluebird are younger than 20. (Guess you could count Red Hood too, but he's not 100% "hero")
And happy holidays!
Is he bringing two-face back with him?
That's great to hear!
Other than Bluebird and Robin, is there anyone else in Gotham city right now? I've read all of the IC posts and CS sheets, but I just want to make sure.
Other than Bluebird and Robin, is there anyone else in Gotham city right now? I've read all of the IC posts and CS sheets, but I just want to make sure.
| Identity |
Tim Drake
Robin
Boy Wonder
Robin
Boy Wonder
| Origin & Backstory |
Tim Drake was born into a wealthy family, as his father was a well respected businessman and archeologist. When he was a toddler, his father took him to see the "Flying Graysons" - a family of world-class acrobats. Tim was fascinated by the Graysons' tricks, and the youngest of them (Dick Grayson) became somewhat of an idol to him during that evening. He even got his photo taken with the young Grayson, who promised to dedicate his next trick for Tim. What Dick then performed was the quadruple somersault, a move that no one outside of the Grayson family had ever been able to pull off. And Tim was overjoyed to see it all. Although the night seemed to be going perfectly, the next turn of events shocked everyone.
The Grayson family's final performance was sabotaged by the mob, resulting in the death of Dick's parents.
Sometime later, when Tim was nine years old, Batman's new sidekick was revealed through news-footage captured of the Dynamic Duo in action. Although the whole world missed it, Tim recognized one of Robin's moves as a quadruple somersault, a move that was unique to the Flying Graysons. With this knowledge in hand, Tim began to suspect that Robin was Dick Grayson - the only member of the world-class acrobat family left alive. He found out that Dick had been taken in as a ward by Bruce Wayne, which lead him to believe that Bruce was, in turn, Batman.
Tim followed the adventures of the Dynamic Duo for the next few years. Even at the age that he was, the database that he had amassed for Batman and Robin, filled with the notes he took, were the most accurate and detailed in the world on the subject. Tim knew why their identities were kept hidden, and chose not to reveal his work to the rest of the world. Instead he kept an eye on the Caped Crusaders of Gotham, even after Grayson became Nightwing and Jason Todd took his place as the second Robin.
When Todd was killed at the hands of the Joker, Tim began to notice a shift in Batman's behaviour. The Dark Knight had become much colder, more ruthless in the face of evil. While Todd's death weighted heavily on him, it was clear that the feelings within Bruce Wayne would soon consume him and twist him into something unrecognizable. It was then that Tim confronted Dick Grayson for the first time.
After helping Grayson solve a mystery at a crime scene, Tim was able to convince Dick that Batman needed Robin. And while Dick rushed off to Bruce's side, he left as Nightwing, not Robin. Upon his arrival in Gotham City, Both Batman and Nightwing were captured in an elaborate trap set up by Two-Face.
Tim Drake, at thirteen years old, contacted Alfred Pennyworth and worked with him to free Bruce and Dick. He was able to save both of them in a night that would have been their last. When Tim finally asked Bruce to take him in as the new Robin, Bruce refused.
(EDIT: This picture seems to be from the "New 52" timeline. It doesn't quite follow the same story as the original, but the two are close enough when it came to Batman's reluctance in training Tim.)
It was Alfred, who had noticed the turmoil within the Batman as Tim had, that convinced Bruce to give the young boy a chance.
Over the next year, Tim was trained under the tutelage of Batman and Nightwing.
The Grayson family's final performance was sabotaged by the mob, resulting in the death of Dick's parents.
Sometime later, when Tim was nine years old, Batman's new sidekick was revealed through news-footage captured of the Dynamic Duo in action. Although the whole world missed it, Tim recognized one of Robin's moves as a quadruple somersault, a move that was unique to the Flying Graysons. With this knowledge in hand, Tim began to suspect that Robin was Dick Grayson - the only member of the world-class acrobat family left alive. He found out that Dick had been taken in as a ward by Bruce Wayne, which lead him to believe that Bruce was, in turn, Batman.
Tim followed the adventures of the Dynamic Duo for the next few years. Even at the age that he was, the database that he had amassed for Batman and Robin, filled with the notes he took, were the most accurate and detailed in the world on the subject. Tim knew why their identities were kept hidden, and chose not to reveal his work to the rest of the world. Instead he kept an eye on the Caped Crusaders of Gotham, even after Grayson became Nightwing and Jason Todd took his place as the second Robin.
When Todd was killed at the hands of the Joker, Tim began to notice a shift in Batman's behaviour. The Dark Knight had become much colder, more ruthless in the face of evil. While Todd's death weighted heavily on him, it was clear that the feelings within Bruce Wayne would soon consume him and twist him into something unrecognizable. It was then that Tim confronted Dick Grayson for the first time.
After helping Grayson solve a mystery at a crime scene, Tim was able to convince Dick that Batman needed Robin. And while Dick rushed off to Bruce's side, he left as Nightwing, not Robin. Upon his arrival in Gotham City, Both Batman and Nightwing were captured in an elaborate trap set up by Two-Face.
Tim Drake, at thirteen years old, contacted Alfred Pennyworth and worked with him to free Bruce and Dick. He was able to save both of them in a night that would have been their last. When Tim finally asked Bruce to take him in as the new Robin, Bruce refused.
(EDIT: This picture seems to be from the "New 52" timeline. It doesn't quite follow the same story as the original, but the two are close enough when it came to Batman's reluctance in training Tim.)
It was Alfred, who had noticed the turmoil within the Batman as Tim had, that convinced Bruce to give the young boy a chance.
Over the next year, Tim was trained under the tutelage of Batman and Nightwing.
| Attributes |
Martial arts, acrobatics, and detective work training (although he has only attained mastery in detective work). He is also especially skilled with electronics, and is equipped with many gadgets, including explosive disks and bird-shaped batarangs (or shurikens). Because he isn't as naturally gifted in acrobatics and fighting as the previous Robins, Tim uses additional equipment to supplement his normal gadgets. To improve his maneuverability through the air, Tim wears a cape that is very similar to Batman's. When deployed, it can act as a glider and allow him to have control over his descent. To help with hand-to-hand combat, Tim carries a portable bo staff attached to his utility belt.
| Character Notes |
- Robin’s metal quarterstaff (or bo staff) is almost as tall as he is when deployed. When he’s done using it, the ends of the pole retract into the center. This forms a much smaller, portable version of the quarterstaff, which can be carried in the back of his utility belt. He can take it out within a moment’s notice and, with the press of a button; the weapon grows into its full length, ready for action.
- Batman’s batarangs are bat-shaped pieces of metal. Robin’s are bird shaped, but I’ll be referring to them as “shurikens” since that’s what most sources call them. I can’t really call them batarangs because they’re not bat-shaped, but Robin’s shurikens will pretty much have the same properties as Batman’s, just under a different name.
(Funny enough, I like Cartoon Network's rendition of Robin's shurikens the best.)
| Character Goals |
Tim Drake’s Robin looked up to Bruce and Dick, and now the two of those characters have lost someone they in turn look up to. I want Tim to try and make things better for them, as he likes to help people deal with grief. And he has done this before, when he noticed that Batman was going through rough times shortly after Jason Todd’s death. Tim realized what Batman needed before Batman did. With Alfred’s help, he convinced Batman and Nightwing to train him and take him in as Robin. And it turned out Tim was right.
To me, Tim seems like the type of guy who’ll offer help even when it's not asked. Even when he’s turned down, he tries to help anyway. I think it’s because he can see what other people need better than they can. While all superheroes seem to care deeply about their friends, Tim seems to also have a very high degree of empathy that tunes him into the emotional state of others. It’s going to be challenging for me to get this concept down right, especially balanced with the fact that Tim, like other Robins, can get pretty serious.
Aside from helping Batman and Nightwing (and anyone else, for that matter. But I don't really know how Tim and Jason interact with each other) cope with the fall of Superman, I also want Robin to tackle some problems without them. While it’s great to see Robin work with Batman (or Nightwing), I also like seeing Robin work with other superheroes and stand up on his own. I want to hit a good balance of working with Batman/Nightwing and working without them. But, before all of that, what the other players want comes first.
To me, Tim seems like the type of guy who’ll offer help even when it's not asked. Even when he’s turned down, he tries to help anyway. I think it’s because he can see what other people need better than they can. While all superheroes seem to care deeply about their friends, Tim seems to also have a very high degree of empathy that tunes him into the emotional state of others. It’s going to be challenging for me to get this concept down right, especially balanced with the fact that Tim, like other Robins, can get pretty serious.
Aside from helping Batman and Nightwing (and anyone else, for that matter. But I don't really know how Tim and Jason interact with each other) cope with the fall of Superman, I also want Robin to tackle some problems without them. While it’s great to see Robin work with Batman (or Nightwing), I also like seeing Robin work with other superheroes and stand up on his own. I want to hit a good balance of working with Batman/Nightwing and working without them. But, before all of that, what the other players want comes first.
| Sample Post |
The story of Revenant (a supervillian I sort of made up just now, who would only take a very minute part in the overall story):
Gotham City, NJ
December 26, 2015
8 PM
Long before the time of Gotham, a different hero fought and gave everything for a different city. Much like Gotham, this city, too, was corrupted to its core. Crime was rampant, and the city guard could do little to protect the people. A hero, whose name has long been lost to history, rose to fight for the people, and he stood alone in his struggle against the forces of darkness.
He triumphed many times, sometimes getting by with just the skin of his teeth. He got on fine with that, for as long as the city was safe, any sacrifice was a small price to pay. But what troubled him more than the villains he fought was the people themselves. They were apathetic to his cause since the beginning, as if none other than the unnamed hero cared whether the city could be changed or not. All they did was watch, as they always did. Yet he was willing to give everything for them still.
And one night, he did. The villain he fought this time proved too strong for him to battle alone. The hero was brought to his knees, and he turned to the people. There was hope in his heart that this once, in his time of greatest peril, one would rise from the crowds and stand to fight alongside him. After all, that was all he needed: just one ally in the night. He was that close to defeating the evil that stood before him.
But the people just watched. They did nothing while the hero was dragged to the icy mountain peaks, far away from the city, where he would face his doom.
In his final moments, the hero was betrayed by the very people that he had given everything to protect. He saw the truth then; that the people did not want to be saved, that they did not want a hero. And how could they see as the hero saw? There was not one among them who valued courage over life. Most of them forgot the hero’s name, and in time, the hero became nothing more than a foot note in the textbooks. Even most historians did not know of his existence.
He triumphed many times, sometimes getting by with just the skin of his teeth. He got on fine with that, for as long as the city was safe, any sacrifice was a small price to pay. But what troubled him more than the villains he fought was the people themselves. They were apathetic to his cause since the beginning, as if none other than the unnamed hero cared whether the city could be changed or not. All they did was watch, as they always did. Yet he was willing to give everything for them still.
And one night, he did. The villain he fought this time proved too strong for him to battle alone. The hero was brought to his knees, and he turned to the people. There was hope in his heart that this once, in his time of greatest peril, one would rise from the crowds and stand to fight alongside him. After all, that was all he needed: just one ally in the night. He was that close to defeating the evil that stood before him.
But the people just watched. They did nothing while the hero was dragged to the icy mountain peaks, far away from the city, where he would face his doom.
In his final moments, the hero was betrayed by the very people that he had given everything to protect. He saw the truth then; that the people did not want to be saved, that they did not want a hero. And how could they see as the hero saw? There was not one among them who valued courage over life. Most of them forgot the hero’s name, and in time, the hero became nothing more than a foot note in the textbooks. Even most historians did not know of his existence.
Gotham City, NJ
December 26, 2015
8 PM
It was the worst blizzard Gotham had seen in years. The heavy snow had swallowed up the city like some white monster, and more was falling from the skies as if the heavens had frozen over. Perched on top of a grim looking gargoyle, way up high, was Robin. His cape danced wildly against the wind, and he grit his teeth to steel himself as another cold gale blew over him. From up here, it felt like he could watch over the whole city.
“Master Drake,” Alfred’s voice rang through the transmitter in Robin’s ear. “It seems even the criminals had the sense to stay at home tonight. I’m sure Gotham could survive one night without its protectors.”
“We don’t know that.” Tim said, barely keeping himself from chattering the words through his teeth. “Someone needs to watch over the city tonight. Especially since his hands are full.”
Ever since Superman’s death, the Batman had focused on one thing alone: finding out who was behind Doomsday. In the current state of events, the best thing to be done for him was to let him work on that. If Robin made sure the city was safe tonight, it was one less thing weighting down on Batman’s shoulders. And, so far, things had been going pretty smoothly. Tim had the weather to thank for that. In a blizzard like this, Alfred was right, even the crooks didn’t bother showing up on the streets. Aside from stopping a mugging scene earlier on, most of Robin’s night had been quiet, save for the howling wind.
“How’s he doing?” Tim asked, but he already knew the answer. Alfred seemed to sigh and take on a more somber tone.
“Master Bruce has been stuck to that screen of his since yesterday. He’s been watching that same footage.” Alfred spoke. “I’m worried for him.”
“Me too.” Robin replied, although Alfred’s tone made him worried for the old butler, too. There was a moment of silence between them. It broke when a message played through Robin’s ear piece.
“Citizens report of a breaking and entering at Avanna pier.” A female voice announced through Gotham City Police Department’s radio frequency. She was speaking to the other police units, but Batman and Robin often listened in on these radio calls to be alerted of any crime taking place. “I need the nearest unit to investigate.” The voice finished.
“Copy that, heading over right now.” The male voice of a police officer said over the frequency. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”
I’ll be there in five. Robin thought.
There were a set of warehouses near the pier, and most of the cargo was either stored inside them, or next to them, waiting to be sent out. When Robin arrived on the scene, a transport truck was already speeding towards the exit. It had a shipping container on its back, and was going way over the limit. Robin had one chance to get on the truck, and he took it. He threw himself off from a nearby rooftop and onto the truck’s back. With nimble steps, he skipped over to the top of the truck and hopped down to the hood.
When he saw who was driving, a moment of shock and terror colder than the air around him gripped Robin. The truck’s driver was not quite a machine, and not quite a corpse, but something twisted that morphed the characteristics of both. It was an abomination in between. The mechanical parts of him were made from a sleek, reflective dark metal, and the biological parts of him showed a dark grey, leathery skin. It was as if a mummified corpse was merged with a robot.
As soon as Robin had landed on the roof, the driver had slammed the brakes. The truck came to such an immediate stop that Tim was thrown off of it, and landed into a roll across the snowy pavement. Under normal circumstances, he would have been able to maintain his balance on the truck, but seeing that creature inside had shaken him up. He pulled himself to his feet, just in time to see the thing get out of the driver’s seat. It stepped down onto the street, and began to take confident strides towards Robin.
“It’s hard to believe someone came.” The creature said. Its voice was partially robotic, but what surprised Robin even more was the tone of sophistication it carried. This wasn’t some crazed monster. From the way he stood to the way he spoke, it almost seemed like he was a proud warrior, or some highborn noble. “But I planned for this,” The half mechanical voice continued. “There is a set of explosives planted in Gotham City Radio Station’s headquarters. In ten minutes, they will bring the whole building down.”
The Gotham City Radio (GCR) had shows scheduled for the rest of the night. There were still people in there.
“You have come to stop me.” The creature continued. “And you also want to save the people of Gotham. You cannot do both.”
Robin’s hand immediately went to his belt, and with a flash, he threw out a bird-shaped shuriken at the truck’s front left tire. The shuriken bounced off ineffectively. Upon a more careful look, Robin saw the letters “GCPD” on the tires.
“Reinforced tires. Stolen from the GCPD’s armored vehicles.” Robin said under his breath. He fished a disk shaped grenade from his belt, and threw this one straight at the truck’s engine. As the disk flew onwards, the creature jumped in its way. It raised its metallic arm to shield itself, and was engulfed in an explosion as the disk made contact. When the smoke cleared, the creature stood as he was, without so much as a scratch on him.
“You have nine minutes.” The thing said. And it was right. The GCR was so far away, that even Robin needed at least 5 minutes to get there. On top of that, he would need to locate and disarm the bombs. There was absolutely no time to waste.
“I’ll be back for you.” Robin said with anger in his voice. The frustration of having to choose between saving people and letting a criminal escape was made visible in his tone. He could have asked for Batman, but there was no way he'd show up in time, even with the batwing. The closest person to handle the job was Robin.
He fired a grapple gun up at one of the buildings, and was launched up to the air as soon as the line was connected. With a little bit of sleight of hand, he threw a tracking-device (a tiny magnetized coin shaped device) at the container loaded onto the truck. He did it while he was still being pulled up into the air. It would be impossible for anyone to notice that.
As soon as he landed on the buildings, Robin broke out into a run. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, and his left hand went up to his ear.
“Alfred, I need the bike sent to my location.”
There was a moment of silence accompanied only by Robin’s boots slamming against the rooftops.
“Done.” Alfred’s voice came in. He was a fast worker.
“And look up the blueprints to the Gotham City Radio headquarters.” Robin spoke as he ran. “Find any structural weak points where someone might place a bomb.” He considered asking Alfred to leave an anonymous tip with the police to get the building evacuated, but there was no way that everyone would be out within the next eight and a half minutes. All it would cause was commotion, and it would make it harder to find the explosives.
“A bomb threat? I’ll alert Bruce immediately.”
“He won't be here in time. And I can handle it.”
“There’s no need to take any risks, Master Tim. I will-”
“He doesn’t need this, Alfred. Not tonight.”
Robin spotted the red bike cruising through the streets beneath him. It was unmanned, guided by its own automated system. “I see the bike.” He said to Alfred. “I’ll take care of this before he can show up.”
There was an air of silence in between them again. Robin leapt off of the buildings and glided down with the help of his cape. In a graceful motion, he landed on the seat of his bike and took manual control. The engine roared and the bike shot through the streets at break-neck speed.
“Keep this between us?” Robin asked.
Alfred, it seemed, had finally gave up.
“I trust you know what you’re doing, Master Drake.”
“Master Drake,” Alfred’s voice rang through the transmitter in Robin’s ear. “It seems even the criminals had the sense to stay at home tonight. I’m sure Gotham could survive one night without its protectors.”
“We don’t know that.” Tim said, barely keeping himself from chattering the words through his teeth. “Someone needs to watch over the city tonight. Especially since his hands are full.”
Ever since Superman’s death, the Batman had focused on one thing alone: finding out who was behind Doomsday. In the current state of events, the best thing to be done for him was to let him work on that. If Robin made sure the city was safe tonight, it was one less thing weighting down on Batman’s shoulders. And, so far, things had been going pretty smoothly. Tim had the weather to thank for that. In a blizzard like this, Alfred was right, even the crooks didn’t bother showing up on the streets. Aside from stopping a mugging scene earlier on, most of Robin’s night had been quiet, save for the howling wind.
“How’s he doing?” Tim asked, but he already knew the answer. Alfred seemed to sigh and take on a more somber tone.
“Master Bruce has been stuck to that screen of his since yesterday. He’s been watching that same footage.” Alfred spoke. “I’m worried for him.”
“Me too.” Robin replied, although Alfred’s tone made him worried for the old butler, too. There was a moment of silence between them. It broke when a message played through Robin’s ear piece.
“Citizens report of a breaking and entering at Avanna pier.” A female voice announced through Gotham City Police Department’s radio frequency. She was speaking to the other police units, but Batman and Robin often listened in on these radio calls to be alerted of any crime taking place. “I need the nearest unit to investigate.” The voice finished.
“Copy that, heading over right now.” The male voice of a police officer said over the frequency. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”
I’ll be there in five. Robin thought.
---
There were a set of warehouses near the pier, and most of the cargo was either stored inside them, or next to them, waiting to be sent out. When Robin arrived on the scene, a transport truck was already speeding towards the exit. It had a shipping container on its back, and was going way over the limit. Robin had one chance to get on the truck, and he took it. He threw himself off from a nearby rooftop and onto the truck’s back. With nimble steps, he skipped over to the top of the truck and hopped down to the hood.
When he saw who was driving, a moment of shock and terror colder than the air around him gripped Robin. The truck’s driver was not quite a machine, and not quite a corpse, but something twisted that morphed the characteristics of both. It was an abomination in between. The mechanical parts of him were made from a sleek, reflective dark metal, and the biological parts of him showed a dark grey, leathery skin. It was as if a mummified corpse was merged with a robot.
As soon as Robin had landed on the roof, the driver had slammed the brakes. The truck came to such an immediate stop that Tim was thrown off of it, and landed into a roll across the snowy pavement. Under normal circumstances, he would have been able to maintain his balance on the truck, but seeing that creature inside had shaken him up. He pulled himself to his feet, just in time to see the thing get out of the driver’s seat. It stepped down onto the street, and began to take confident strides towards Robin.
“It’s hard to believe someone came.” The creature said. Its voice was partially robotic, but what surprised Robin even more was the tone of sophistication it carried. This wasn’t some crazed monster. From the way he stood to the way he spoke, it almost seemed like he was a proud warrior, or some highborn noble. “But I planned for this,” The half mechanical voice continued. “There is a set of explosives planted in Gotham City Radio Station’s headquarters. In ten minutes, they will bring the whole building down.”
The Gotham City Radio (GCR) had shows scheduled for the rest of the night. There were still people in there.
“You have come to stop me.” The creature continued. “And you also want to save the people of Gotham. You cannot do both.”
Robin’s hand immediately went to his belt, and with a flash, he threw out a bird-shaped shuriken at the truck’s front left tire. The shuriken bounced off ineffectively. Upon a more careful look, Robin saw the letters “GCPD” on the tires.
“Reinforced tires. Stolen from the GCPD’s armored vehicles.” Robin said under his breath. He fished a disk shaped grenade from his belt, and threw this one straight at the truck’s engine. As the disk flew onwards, the creature jumped in its way. It raised its metallic arm to shield itself, and was engulfed in an explosion as the disk made contact. When the smoke cleared, the creature stood as he was, without so much as a scratch on him.
“You have nine minutes.” The thing said. And it was right. The GCR was so far away, that even Robin needed at least 5 minutes to get there. On top of that, he would need to locate and disarm the bombs. There was absolutely no time to waste.
“I’ll be back for you.” Robin said with anger in his voice. The frustration of having to choose between saving people and letting a criminal escape was made visible in his tone. He could have asked for Batman, but there was no way he'd show up in time, even with the batwing. The closest person to handle the job was Robin.
He fired a grapple gun up at one of the buildings, and was launched up to the air as soon as the line was connected. With a little bit of sleight of hand, he threw a tracking-device (a tiny magnetized coin shaped device) at the container loaded onto the truck. He did it while he was still being pulled up into the air. It would be impossible for anyone to notice that.
As soon as he landed on the buildings, Robin broke out into a run. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, and his left hand went up to his ear.
“Alfred, I need the bike sent to my location.”
There was a moment of silence accompanied only by Robin’s boots slamming against the rooftops.
“Done.” Alfred’s voice came in. He was a fast worker.
“And look up the blueprints to the Gotham City Radio headquarters.” Robin spoke as he ran. “Find any structural weak points where someone might place a bomb.” He considered asking Alfred to leave an anonymous tip with the police to get the building evacuated, but there was no way that everyone would be out within the next eight and a half minutes. All it would cause was commotion, and it would make it harder to find the explosives.
“A bomb threat? I’ll alert Bruce immediately.”
“He won't be here in time. And I can handle it.”
“There’s no need to take any risks, Master Tim. I will-”
“He doesn’t need this, Alfred. Not tonight.”
Robin spotted the red bike cruising through the streets beneath him. It was unmanned, guided by its own automated system. “I see the bike.” He said to Alfred. “I’ll take care of this before he can show up.”
There was an air of silence in between them again. Robin leapt off of the buildings and glided down with the help of his cape. In a graceful motion, he landed on the seat of his bike and took manual control. The engine roared and the bike shot through the streets at break-neck speed.
“Keep this between us?” Robin asked.
Alfred, it seemed, had finally gave up.
“I trust you know what you’re doing, Master Drake.”
Tires screeched against the pavement. A red bike slid across the ground on its side, and Robin kicked off from it as it neared the front entrance of Gotham City Radio’s headquarters. When he burst into the front lobby, two secretaries visibly jumped in their seats. Alfred’s voice was guiding him as he ran towards a door labeled “Stairs”.
“Continue to the bottom floor of the parking lot.” The butler’s voice buzzed in. “Among the smaller ones, there should be two large columns that hold up the frame of the building.”
Robin kicked the door open and vaulted across the handrails. He landed three floors below, and rushed into the parking lot. The two columns were there, both equally spaced across the building’s area. While other, smaller columns were also holding up the building, the two large ones seemed like the most likely targets.
If the creature behind all of this was smart, the explosives could have been placed anywhere else. After all, this was just a diversion. The whole building didn’t need to be blown up. Just one bomb hidden in a potted plant could kill dozens in an office. But, as much as Tim hated it, if that were the case, then he’d already lost. While he was never one to like gambling, he had to take his shot that the bombs were exactly where he’d expect them to be. And as he neared the closest of the two columns, he saw an inconspicuous looking cardboard box. It was almost… too easy.
When he lifted the box, he saw the bomb inside. Its detonator was one of the more advanced kinds, but Tim had seen it before in training. He took out the defusal kit on his utility belt, and began fumbling away at the device. As he unscrewed a lid, he could feel a bead of sweat roll down the side of his temple as gentle as a bird. It's wet path left a cold streak on his face. When he began lifting and sorting through the wires to look for the one he wanted, he noticed his hands trembling. It wasn't like him. He didn't know how to react to it. The wire he needed to cut was right there in front of him.
Keep it together. He thought to himself. Maybe it was a mistake to have left Bruce out of this. Maybe he should have listened to Alfred. Maybe Batman could have made it in time. Maybe-
The sound of a satisfying snip sent ease through Tim’s shoulders. He knew the bomb was defused now. There was no visible signal, as the detonator had no mounted clock. Nor was there an audible beeping that had stopped, since it didn’t have a sound module either. He just knew he had defused it successfully, because he’d done it a hundred times in training before.
As he got over to the second column, he saw yet another inconspicuous looking object. A plastic bag, filled with garbage, had another explosive hidden inside it. Again, it was too easy, almost eerily so. Tim was about to begin working on this one, when he realized that he had just over a minute left. The previous one had taken him almost double that time to defuse, and although he was confident in his abilities, he knew it was impossible to beat that record. He had to think of something. He had to act.
Tim tucked the bomb under his arm and bolted back towards the stairs.
“Alfred,” He spoke into his comm’s piece. “How tall do those blueprints say the radio tower on the roof is?”
“The tower itself is 95 feet tall.”
As he got to the stairs, Robin fired his grappling gun at the highest set of handrails that he could see. He zipped up to it, and repeated the process again, shooting his grappling gun at the highest railing visible to him from there. Once more, and he had made it all the way to the top of the building. The door leading out of the staircase burst open as he tackled it with his shoulder, and he was out in the bitter cold of the rooftops again. The famous radio tower on top of the GCR stood tall and proud against the city. Although the building itself wasn’t very big, the radio tower was impressive in its own might. Robin fired his grappling gun again, and with a few swings and jumps, landed on the tip of the tower. By his count, he had about five seconds. If his calculations (and identification of the explosive type) were right, his plan had a chance of working.
“Bruce is going to kill me for this.” He sighed. There'd be time for that later.
He swung his arm into the air, lurching his entire shoulder into the throw. As the bomb went straight up, Robin stepped off from the tower and fell straight down. The package exploded into a blossom of fire behind him, and the snowflakes all around were lit up in a golden flash as he descended. He deployed his cape and landed on the ground, safe, but shooken up. He began to stand up and sigh in relief, but the loud croaking of metal sent the hair on his neck standing.
The tower had been damaged, and it looked worse than he’d expected it to. Although it was in one piece, a part of it was breaking off from the rest of the frame. It had bent out of shape and was leaning over the streets far below, swinging from side to side in the fierce wind as if threatening to fall. It needed to be pulled back and anchored against the tower, but Robin knew he didn’t have the strength to do that. No mere human had the manpower to pull off such a feat.
The bike! Robin’s thoughts exclaimed. It had a towing line installed into its back. Although it didn’t have the strength to bend steel, the piece that was dangling over the street could easily be pulled back if he could get his motorbike up here.
Robin dove off from the side of the street, and once again used his cape to land safely on the ground, this time on the streets.
His bike was still there, and a group of civilians had cautiously formed a large circle around it. When he landed next to it, everyone began to back away immediately. As soon as he lifted the bike back onto its wheels, people were already clearing the way for him across the streets, but he didn’t turn around and head for the roads. He got on the bike, and drove it straight into the front lobby.
When he burst in through the front door, the same secretaries from earlier screamed at the top of their lungs (it seemed that they were dialing for 911 after the explosion), and Robin kept driving his bike until he made it into the staircase. It was very cramped, and he had to ride with his front wheel streaking across the walls as he made each turn. The bumpy ride up the stairs was slower than he had expected it, so he twisted the handles of his bike and began glide on and off the walls as he spiraled up. The roaring monstrosity he rode snaked its way up the stairs, and the sound (amplified by the enclosed space) was so loud that anyone daring to use stairs was scared off. When he finally made it to the top, he rode the bike straight out of the door leading to the rooftop.
Tim stood the bike up against its support, and pulled the towing line out from behind it. With the line around his arm, he climbed up to the tower and tied it around the metal hunk. The piece was beginning to grow more and more distant from the main body of the tower. He shuddered to think of what would happen if he hesitated a moment longer.
When he jumped down and climbed onto his bike, he wasted not a second in revving up the engine. The bike struggled against the weight, but it was slowly and surely moving forward, pulling the metal hunk back onto the tower. When it was close enough, Robin left the bike as it was, and the automated controls kept the bike moving forward at an even pace.
“Almost done.” He muttered to himself. Once he climbed back onto the tower, he began using the steel-lined rope from his utility belt to tie the metal hunk in place.
After a few knots, the metal piece was firmly tied against the main frame of the tower. The part that had begun to bend out of shape no longer had all of the weight it previously did. Although it looked like a shoddy job, it seemed stable. Tim stopped for a moment to let out a sigh of relief, hoping not to be interrupted this time. But now, a news helicopter had begun to float on by, with its blinding lights fixed on the Boy Wonder. He climbed down once again, detached his towing line (the steel-rope he used was enough to keep the metal hunk in place) and drove his bike off to the nearest rooftop below.
One after the other, he kept driving off the rooftops until he finally made it to the street level. As he sped away into the night, he checked the transmission of the tracker he’d placed on the shipping container earlier. The signal was lost. Robin cursed under his breath.
“Continue to the bottom floor of the parking lot.” The butler’s voice buzzed in. “Among the smaller ones, there should be two large columns that hold up the frame of the building.”
Robin kicked the door open and vaulted across the handrails. He landed three floors below, and rushed into the parking lot. The two columns were there, both equally spaced across the building’s area. While other, smaller columns were also holding up the building, the two large ones seemed like the most likely targets.
If the creature behind all of this was smart, the explosives could have been placed anywhere else. After all, this was just a diversion. The whole building didn’t need to be blown up. Just one bomb hidden in a potted plant could kill dozens in an office. But, as much as Tim hated it, if that were the case, then he’d already lost. While he was never one to like gambling, he had to take his shot that the bombs were exactly where he’d expect them to be. And as he neared the closest of the two columns, he saw an inconspicuous looking cardboard box. It was almost… too easy.
When he lifted the box, he saw the bomb inside. Its detonator was one of the more advanced kinds, but Tim had seen it before in training. He took out the defusal kit on his utility belt, and began fumbling away at the device. As he unscrewed a lid, he could feel a bead of sweat roll down the side of his temple as gentle as a bird. It's wet path left a cold streak on his face. When he began lifting and sorting through the wires to look for the one he wanted, he noticed his hands trembling. It wasn't like him. He didn't know how to react to it. The wire he needed to cut was right there in front of him.
Keep it together. He thought to himself. Maybe it was a mistake to have left Bruce out of this. Maybe he should have listened to Alfred. Maybe Batman could have made it in time. Maybe-
The sound of a satisfying snip sent ease through Tim’s shoulders. He knew the bomb was defused now. There was no visible signal, as the detonator had no mounted clock. Nor was there an audible beeping that had stopped, since it didn’t have a sound module either. He just knew he had defused it successfully, because he’d done it a hundred times in training before.
As he got over to the second column, he saw yet another inconspicuous looking object. A plastic bag, filled with garbage, had another explosive hidden inside it. Again, it was too easy, almost eerily so. Tim was about to begin working on this one, when he realized that he had just over a minute left. The previous one had taken him almost double that time to defuse, and although he was confident in his abilities, he knew it was impossible to beat that record. He had to think of something. He had to act.
Tim tucked the bomb under his arm and bolted back towards the stairs.
“Alfred,” He spoke into his comm’s piece. “How tall do those blueprints say the radio tower on the roof is?”
“The tower itself is 95 feet tall.”
As he got to the stairs, Robin fired his grappling gun at the highest set of handrails that he could see. He zipped up to it, and repeated the process again, shooting his grappling gun at the highest railing visible to him from there. Once more, and he had made it all the way to the top of the building. The door leading out of the staircase burst open as he tackled it with his shoulder, and he was out in the bitter cold of the rooftops again. The famous radio tower on top of the GCR stood tall and proud against the city. Although the building itself wasn’t very big, the radio tower was impressive in its own might. Robin fired his grappling gun again, and with a few swings and jumps, landed on the tip of the tower. By his count, he had about five seconds. If his calculations (and identification of the explosive type) were right, his plan had a chance of working.
“Bruce is going to kill me for this.” He sighed. There'd be time for that later.
He swung his arm into the air, lurching his entire shoulder into the throw. As the bomb went straight up, Robin stepped off from the tower and fell straight down. The package exploded into a blossom of fire behind him, and the snowflakes all around were lit up in a golden flash as he descended. He deployed his cape and landed on the ground, safe, but shooken up. He began to stand up and sigh in relief, but the loud croaking of metal sent the hair on his neck standing.
The tower had been damaged, and it looked worse than he’d expected it to. Although it was in one piece, a part of it was breaking off from the rest of the frame. It had bent out of shape and was leaning over the streets far below, swinging from side to side in the fierce wind as if threatening to fall. It needed to be pulled back and anchored against the tower, but Robin knew he didn’t have the strength to do that. No mere human had the manpower to pull off such a feat.
The bike! Robin’s thoughts exclaimed. It had a towing line installed into its back. Although it didn’t have the strength to bend steel, the piece that was dangling over the street could easily be pulled back if he could get his motorbike up here.
Robin dove off from the side of the street, and once again used his cape to land safely on the ground, this time on the streets.
His bike was still there, and a group of civilians had cautiously formed a large circle around it. When he landed next to it, everyone began to back away immediately. As soon as he lifted the bike back onto its wheels, people were already clearing the way for him across the streets, but he didn’t turn around and head for the roads. He got on the bike, and drove it straight into the front lobby.
When he burst in through the front door, the same secretaries from earlier screamed at the top of their lungs (it seemed that they were dialing for 911 after the explosion), and Robin kept driving his bike until he made it into the staircase. It was very cramped, and he had to ride with his front wheel streaking across the walls as he made each turn. The bumpy ride up the stairs was slower than he had expected it, so he twisted the handles of his bike and began glide on and off the walls as he spiraled up. The roaring monstrosity he rode snaked its way up the stairs, and the sound (amplified by the enclosed space) was so loud that anyone daring to use stairs was scared off. When he finally made it to the top, he rode the bike straight out of the door leading to the rooftop.
Tim stood the bike up against its support, and pulled the towing line out from behind it. With the line around his arm, he climbed up to the tower and tied it around the metal hunk. The piece was beginning to grow more and more distant from the main body of the tower. He shuddered to think of what would happen if he hesitated a moment longer.
When he jumped down and climbed onto his bike, he wasted not a second in revving up the engine. The bike struggled against the weight, but it was slowly and surely moving forward, pulling the metal hunk back onto the tower. When it was close enough, Robin left the bike as it was, and the automated controls kept the bike moving forward at an even pace.
“Almost done.” He muttered to himself. Once he climbed back onto the tower, he began using the steel-lined rope from his utility belt to tie the metal hunk in place.
After a few knots, the metal piece was firmly tied against the main frame of the tower. The part that had begun to bend out of shape no longer had all of the weight it previously did. Although it looked like a shoddy job, it seemed stable. Tim stopped for a moment to let out a sigh of relief, hoping not to be interrupted this time. But now, a news helicopter had begun to float on by, with its blinding lights fixed on the Boy Wonder. He climbed down once again, detached his towing line (the steel-rope he used was enough to keep the metal hunk in place) and drove his bike off to the nearest rooftop below.
One after the other, he kept driving off the rooftops until he finally made it to the street level. As he sped away into the night, he checked the transmission of the tracker he’d placed on the shipping container earlier. The signal was lost. Robin cursed under his breath.
The CS sheet is finally done. Expect an odd spelling/grammar error here or there.
| Identity |
| Origin & Backstory |
| Attributes |
| Character Notes |
| Character Goals |
| Sample Post |
| Identity |
Tim Drake
Robin
Boy Wonder
Robin
Boy Wonder
| Origin & Backstory |
Tim Drake was born into a wealthy family, as his father was a well respected businessman and archeologist. When he was a toddler, his father took him to see the "Flying Graysons" - a family of world-class acrobats. Tim was fascinated by the Graysons' tricks, and the youngest of them (Dick Grayson) became somewhat of an idol to him during that evening. He even got his photo taken with the young Grayson, who promised to dedicate his next trick for Tim. What Dick then performed was the quadruple somersault, a move that no one outside of the Grayson family had ever been able to pull off. And Tim was overjoyed to see it all. Although the night seemed to be going perfectly, the next turn of events shocked everyone.
The Grayson family's final performance was sabotaged by the mob, resulting in the death of Dick's parents.
Sometime later, when Tim was nine years old, Batman's new sidekick was revealed through news-footage captured of the Dynamic Duo in action. Although the whole world missed it, Tim was recognized one of Robin's moves as a quadruple somersault, a move that was unique to the Flying Graysons. With this knowledge in hand, Tim began to suspect that Robin was Dick Grayson - the only member of the world-class acrobat family left alive. He found out that Dick had been taken in as a ward by Bruce Wayne, which lead him to believe that Bruce was, in turn, Batman.
Tim followed the adventures of the Dynamic Duo for the next few years. Even at the age that he was, the database that he had amassed for Batman and Robin, filled with the notes he took, were the most accurate and detailed in the world on the subject. Tim knew why their identities were kept hidden, and chose not to reveal his work to the rest of the world. Instead he kept an eye on the Caped Crusaders of Gotham, even after Grayson became Nightwing and Jason Todd took his place as the second Robin.
When Todd was killed at the hands of the Joker, Tim began to notice a shift in Batman's behaviour. The Dark Knight had become much colder, more ruthless in the face of evil. While Todd's death weighted heavily on him, it was clear that the feelings within Bruce Wayne would soon consume him and twist him into something unrecognizable. It was then that Tim confronted Dick Grayson for the first time.
After helping Grayson solve a mystery at a crime scene, Tim was able to convince Dick that Batman needed Robin. And while Dick rushed off to Bruce's side, he left as Nightwing, not Robin. Upon his arrival in Gotham City, Both Batman and Nightwing were captured in an elaborate trap set up by Two-Face.
Tim Drake, at thirteen years old, contacted Alfred Pennyworth and worked with him to free Bruce and Dick. He was able to save both of them in a night that would have been their last. When Tim finally asked Bruce to take him in as the new Robin, Bruce refused.
(EDIT: This picture seems to be from the "New 52" timeline. It doesn't quite follow the same story as the original, but the two are close enough when it came to Batman's reluctance in training Tim.)
It was Alfred, who had noticed the turmoil within the Batman as Tim had, that convinced Bruce to give the young boy a chance.
Over the next year, Tim was trained under the tutelage of Batman and Nightwing.
The Grayson family's final performance was sabotaged by the mob, resulting in the death of Dick's parents.
Sometime later, when Tim was nine years old, Batman's new sidekick was revealed through news-footage captured of the Dynamic Duo in action. Although the whole world missed it, Tim was recognized one of Robin's moves as a quadruple somersault, a move that was unique to the Flying Graysons. With this knowledge in hand, Tim began to suspect that Robin was Dick Grayson - the only member of the world-class acrobat family left alive. He found out that Dick had been taken in as a ward by Bruce Wayne, which lead him to believe that Bruce was, in turn, Batman.
Tim followed the adventures of the Dynamic Duo for the next few years. Even at the age that he was, the database that he had amassed for Batman and Robin, filled with the notes he took, were the most accurate and detailed in the world on the subject. Tim knew why their identities were kept hidden, and chose not to reveal his work to the rest of the world. Instead he kept an eye on the Caped Crusaders of Gotham, even after Grayson became Nightwing and Jason Todd took his place as the second Robin.
When Todd was killed at the hands of the Joker, Tim began to notice a shift in Batman's behaviour. The Dark Knight had become much colder, more ruthless in the face of evil. While Todd's death weighted heavily on him, it was clear that the feelings within Bruce Wayne would soon consume him and twist him into something unrecognizable. It was then that Tim confronted Dick Grayson for the first time.
After helping Grayson solve a mystery at a crime scene, Tim was able to convince Dick that Batman needed Robin. And while Dick rushed off to Bruce's side, he left as Nightwing, not Robin. Upon his arrival in Gotham City, Both Batman and Nightwing were captured in an elaborate trap set up by Two-Face.
Tim Drake, at thirteen years old, contacted Alfred Pennyworth and worked with him to free Bruce and Dick. He was able to save both of them in a night that would have been their last. When Tim finally asked Bruce to take him in as the new Robin, Bruce refused.
(EDIT: This picture seems to be from the "New 52" timeline. It doesn't quite follow the same story as the original, but the two are close enough when it came to Batman's reluctance in training Tim.)
It was Alfred, who had noticed the turmoil within the Batman as Tim had, that convinced Bruce to give the young boy a chance.
Over the next year, Tim was trained under the tutelage of Batman and Nightwing.
| Attributes |
Martial arts, acrobatics, and detective work training (although he has only attained mastery in detective work). He is also especially skilled with electronics, and is equipped with many gadgets, including explosive disks and bird-shaped batarangs (or shurikens). Because he isn't as naturally gifted in acrobatics and fighting as the previous Robins, Tim uses additional equipment to supplement his normal gadgets. To improve his maneuverability through the air, Tim wears a cape that is very similar to Batman's. When deployed, it can act as a glider and allow him to have control over his descent. To help with hand-to-hand combat, Tim carries a portable bo staff attached to his utility belt.
| Character Notes |
- Robin’s metal quarterstaff (or bo staff) is almost as tall as he is when deployed. When he’s done using it, the ends of the pole retract into the center. This forms a much smaller, portable version of the quarterstaff, which can be carried in the back of his utility belt. He can take it out within a moment’s notice and, with the press of a button; the weapon grows into its full length, ready for action.
- Batman’s batarangs are bat-shaped pieces of metal. Robin’s are bird shaped, but I’ll be referring to them as “shurikens” since that’s what most sources call them. I can’t really call them batarangs because they’re not bat-shaped, but Robin’s shurikens will pretty much have the same properties as Batman’s, just under a different name.
(Funny enough, I like Cartoon Network's rendition of Robin's shurikens the best.)
| Character Goals |
Tim Drake’s Robin looked up to Bruce and Dick, and now the two of those characters have lost someone they in turn look up to. I want Tim to try and make things better for them, as he likes to help people deal with grief. And he has done this before, when he noticed that Batman was going through rough times shortly after Jason Todd’s death. Tim realized what Batman needed before Batman did. With Alfred’s help, he convinced Batman and Nightwing to train him and take him in as Robin. And it turned out Tim was right.
To me, Tim seems like the type of guy who’ll offer help even when it's not asked. Even when he’s turned down, he tries to help anyway. I think it’s because he can see what other people need better than they can. While all superheroes seem to care deeply about their friends, Tim seems to also have a very high degree of empathy that tunes him into the emotional state of others. It’s going to be challenging for me to get this concept down right, especially balanced with the fact that Tim, like other Robins, can get pretty serious.
Aside from helping Batman and Nightwing (and anyone else, for that matter. But I don't really know how Tim and Jason interact with each other) cope with the fall of Superman, I also want Robin to tackle some problems without them. While it’s great to see Robin work with Batman (or Nightwing), I also like seeing Robin work with other superheroes and stand up on his own. I want to hit a good balance of working with Batman/Nightwing and working without them. But, before all of that, what the other players want comes first.
To me, Tim seems like the type of guy who’ll offer help even when it's not asked. Even when he’s turned down, he tries to help anyway. I think it’s because he can see what other people need better than they can. While all superheroes seem to care deeply about their friends, Tim seems to also have a very high degree of empathy that tunes him into the emotional state of others. It’s going to be challenging for me to get this concept down right, especially balanced with the fact that Tim, like other Robins, can get pretty serious.
Aside from helping Batman and Nightwing (and anyone else, for that matter. But I don't really know how Tim and Jason interact with each other) cope with the fall of Superman, I also want Robin to tackle some problems without them. While it’s great to see Robin work with Batman (or Nightwing), I also like seeing Robin work with other superheroes and stand up on his own. I want to hit a good balance of working with Batman/Nightwing and working without them. But, before all of that, what the other players want comes first.
| Sample Post |
The story of Revenant (a supervillian I sort of made up just now, who would only take a very minute part in the overall story):
Gotham City, NJ
December 26, 2015
8 PM
Long before the time of Gotham, a different hero fought and gave everything for a different city. Much like Gotham, this city, too, was corrupted to its core. Crime was rampant, and the city guard could do little to protect the people. A hero, whose name has long been lost to history, rose to fight for the people, and he stood alone in his struggle against the forces of darkness.
He triumphed many times, sometimes getting by with just the skin of his teeth. He got on fine with that, for as long as the city was safe, any sacrifice was a small price to pay. But what troubled him more than the villains he fought was the people themselves. They were apathetic to his cause since the beginning, as if none other than the unnamed hero cared whether the city could be changed or not. All they did was watch, as they always did. Yet he was willing to give everything for them still.
And one night, he did. The villain he fought this time proved too strong for him to battle alone. The hero was brought to his knees, and he turned to the people. There was hope in his heart that this once, in his time of greatest peril, one would rise from the crowds and stand to fight alongside him. After all, that was all he needed: just one ally in the night. He was that close to defeating the evil that stood before him.
But the people just watched. They did nothing while the hero was dragged to the icy mountain peaks, far away from the city, where he would face his doom.
In his final moments, the hero was betrayed by the very people that he had given everything to protect. He saw the truth then; that the people did not want to be saved, that they did not want a hero. And how could they see as the hero saw? There was not one among them who valued courage over life. Most of them forgot the hero’s name, and in time, the hero became nothing more than a foot note in the textbooks. Even most historians did not know of his existence.
He triumphed many times, sometimes getting by with just the skin of his teeth. He got on fine with that, for as long as the city was safe, any sacrifice was a small price to pay. But what troubled him more than the villains he fought was the people themselves. They were apathetic to his cause since the beginning, as if none other than the unnamed hero cared whether the city could be changed or not. All they did was watch, as they always did. Yet he was willing to give everything for them still.
And one night, he did. The villain he fought this time proved too strong for him to battle alone. The hero was brought to his knees, and he turned to the people. There was hope in his heart that this once, in his time of greatest peril, one would rise from the crowds and stand to fight alongside him. After all, that was all he needed: just one ally in the night. He was that close to defeating the evil that stood before him.
But the people just watched. They did nothing while the hero was dragged to the icy mountain peaks, far away from the city, where he would face his doom.
In his final moments, the hero was betrayed by the very people that he had given everything to protect. He saw the truth then; that the people did not want to be saved, that they did not want a hero. And how could they see as the hero saw? There was not one among them who valued courage over life. Most of them forgot the hero’s name, and in time, the hero became nothing more than a foot note in the textbooks. Even most historians did not know of his existence.
Gotham City, NJ
December 26, 2015
8 PM
It was the worst blizzard Gotham had seen in years. The heavy snow had swallowed up the city like some white monster, and more was falling from the skies as if the heavens had frozen over. Perched on top of a grim looking gargoyle, way up high, was Robin. His cape danced wildly against the wind, and he grit his teeth to steel himself as another cold gale blew over him. From up here, it felt like he could watch over the whole city.
“Master Drake,” Alfred’s voice rang through the transmitter in Robin’s ear. “It seems even the criminals had the sense to stay at home tonight. I’m sure Gotham could survive one night without its protectors.”
“We don’t know that.” Tim said, barely keeping himself from chattering the words through his teeth. “Someone needs to watch over the city tonight. Especially since his hands are full.”
Ever since Superman’s death, the Batman had focused on one thing alone: finding out who was behind Doomsday. In the current state of events, the best thing to be done for him was to let him work on that. If Robin made sure the city was safe tonight, it was one less thing weighting down on Batman’s shoulders. And, so far, things had been going pretty smoothly. Tim had the weather to thank for that. In a blizzard like this, Alfred was right, even the crooks didn’t bother showing up on the streets. Aside from stopping a mugging scene earlier on, most of Robin’s night had been quiet, save for the howling wind.
“How’s he doing?” Tim asked, but he already knew the answer. Alfred seemed to sigh and take on a more somber tone.
“Master Bruce has been stuck to that screen of his since yesterday. He’s been watching that same footage.” Alfred spoke. “I’m worried for him.”
“Me too.” Robin replied, although Alfred’s tone made him worried for the old butler, too. There was a moment of silence between them. It broke when a message played through Robin’s ear piece.
“Citizens report of a breaking and entering at Avanna pier.” A female voice announced through Gotham City Police Department’s radio frequency. She was speaking to the other police units, but Batman and Robin often listened in on these radio calls to be alerted of any crime taking place. “I need the nearest unit to investigate.” The voice finished.
“Copy that, heading over right now.” The male voice of a police officer said over the frequency. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”
I’ll be there in five. Robin thought.
There were a set of warehouses near the pier, and most of the cargo was either stored inside them, or next to them, waiting to be sent out. When Robin arrived on the scene, a transport truck was already speeding towards the exit. It had a shipping container on its back, and was going way over the limit. Robin had one chance to get on the truck, and he took it. He threw himself off from a nearby rooftop and onto the truck’s back. With nimble steps, he skipped over to the top of the truck and hopped down to the hood.
When he saw who was driving, a moment of shock and terror colder than the air around him gripped Robin. The truck’s driver was not quite a machine, and not quite a corpse, but something twisted that morphed the characteristics of both. It was an abomination in between. The mechanical parts of him were made from a sleek, reflective dark metal, and the biological parts of him showed a dark grey, leathery skin. It was as if a mummified corpse was merged with a robot.
As soon as Robin had landed on the roof, the driver had slammed the brakes. The truck came to such an immediate stop that Tim was thrown off of it, and landed into a roll across the snowy pavement. Under normal circumstances, he would have been able to maintain his balance on the truck, but seeing that creature inside had shaken him up. He pulled himself to his feet, just in time to see the thing get out of the driver’s seat. It stepped down onto the street, and began to take confident strides towards Robin.
“It’s hard to believe someone came.” The creature said. Its voice was partially robotic, but what surprised Robin even more was the tone of sophistication it carried. This wasn’t some crazed monster. From the way he stood to the way he spoke, it almost seemed like he was a proud warrior, or some highborn noble. “But I planned for this,” The half mechanical voice continued. “There is a set of explosives planted in Gotham City Radio Station’s headquarters. In ten minutes, they will bring the whole building down.”
The Gotham City Radio (GCR) had shows scheduled for the rest of the night. There were still people in there.
“You have come to stop me.” The creature continued. “And you also want to save the people of Gotham. You cannot do both.”
Robin’s hand immediately went to his belt, and with a flash, he threw out a bird-shaped shuriken at the truck’s front left tire. The shuriken bounced off ineffectively. Upon a more careful look, Robin saw the letters “GCPD” on the tires.
“Reinforced tires. Stolen from the GCPD’s armored vehicles.” Robin said under his breath. He fished a disk shaped grenade from his belt, and threw this one straight at the truck’s engine. As the disk flew onwards, the creature jumped in its way. It raised its metallic arm to shield itself, and was engulfed in an explosion as the disk made contact. When the smoke cleared, the creature stood as he was, without so much as a scratch on him.
“You have nine minutes.” The thing said. And it was right. The GCR was so far away, that even Robin needed at least 5 minutes to get there. On top of that, he would need to locate and disarm the bombs. There was absolutely no time to waste.
“I’ll be back for you.” Robin said with anger in his voice. The frustration of having to choose between saving people and letting a criminal escape was made visible in his tone. He could have asked for Batman, but there was no way he'd show up in time, even with the batwing. The closest person to handle the job was Robin.
He fired a grapple gun up at one of the buildings, and was launched up to the air as soon as the line was connected. With a little bit of sleight of hand, he threw a tracking-device (a tiny magnetized coin shaped device) at the container loaded onto the truck. He did it while he was still being pulled up into the air. It would be impossible for anyone to notice that.
As soon as he landed on the buildings, Robin broke out into a run. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, and his left hand went up to his ear.
“Alfred, I need the bike sent to my location.”
There was a moment of silence accompanied only by Robin’s boots slamming against the rooftops.
“Done.” Alfred’s voice came in. He was a fast worker.
“And look up the blueprints to the Gotham City Radio headquarters.” Robin spoke as he ran. “Find any structural weak points where someone might place a bomb.” He considered asking Alfred to leave an anonymous tip with the police to get the building evacuated, but there was no way that everyone would be out within the next eight and a half minutes. All it would cause was commotion, and it would make it harder to find the explosives.
“A bomb threat? I’ll alert Bruce immediately.”
“He won't be here in time. And I can handle it.”
“There’s no need to take any risks, Master Tim. I will-”
“He doesn’t need this, Alfred. Not tonight.”
Robin spotted the red bike cruising through the streets beneath him. It was unmanned, guided by its own automated system. “I see the bike.” He said to Alfred. “I’ll take care of this before he can show up.”
There was an air of silence in between them again. Robin leapt off of the buildings and glided down with the help of his cape. In a graceful motion, he landed on the seat of his bike and took manual control. The engine roared and the bike shot through the streets at break-neck speed.
“Keep this between us?” Robin asked.
Alfred, it seemed, had finally gave up.
“I trust you know what you’re doing, Master Drake.”
“Master Drake,” Alfred’s voice rang through the transmitter in Robin’s ear. “It seems even the criminals had the sense to stay at home tonight. I’m sure Gotham could survive one night without its protectors.”
“We don’t know that.” Tim said, barely keeping himself from chattering the words through his teeth. “Someone needs to watch over the city tonight. Especially since his hands are full.”
Ever since Superman’s death, the Batman had focused on one thing alone: finding out who was behind Doomsday. In the current state of events, the best thing to be done for him was to let him work on that. If Robin made sure the city was safe tonight, it was one less thing weighting down on Batman’s shoulders. And, so far, things had been going pretty smoothly. Tim had the weather to thank for that. In a blizzard like this, Alfred was right, even the crooks didn’t bother showing up on the streets. Aside from stopping a mugging scene earlier on, most of Robin’s night had been quiet, save for the howling wind.
“How’s he doing?” Tim asked, but he already knew the answer. Alfred seemed to sigh and take on a more somber tone.
“Master Bruce has been stuck to that screen of his since yesterday. He’s been watching that same footage.” Alfred spoke. “I’m worried for him.”
“Me too.” Robin replied, although Alfred’s tone made him worried for the old butler, too. There was a moment of silence between them. It broke when a message played through Robin’s ear piece.
“Citizens report of a breaking and entering at Avanna pier.” A female voice announced through Gotham City Police Department’s radio frequency. She was speaking to the other police units, but Batman and Robin often listened in on these radio calls to be alerted of any crime taking place. “I need the nearest unit to investigate.” The voice finished.
“Copy that, heading over right now.” The male voice of a police officer said over the frequency. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”
I’ll be there in five. Robin thought.
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There were a set of warehouses near the pier, and most of the cargo was either stored inside them, or next to them, waiting to be sent out. When Robin arrived on the scene, a transport truck was already speeding towards the exit. It had a shipping container on its back, and was going way over the limit. Robin had one chance to get on the truck, and he took it. He threw himself off from a nearby rooftop and onto the truck’s back. With nimble steps, he skipped over to the top of the truck and hopped down to the hood.
When he saw who was driving, a moment of shock and terror colder than the air around him gripped Robin. The truck’s driver was not quite a machine, and not quite a corpse, but something twisted that morphed the characteristics of both. It was an abomination in between. The mechanical parts of him were made from a sleek, reflective dark metal, and the biological parts of him showed a dark grey, leathery skin. It was as if a mummified corpse was merged with a robot.
As soon as Robin had landed on the roof, the driver had slammed the brakes. The truck came to such an immediate stop that Tim was thrown off of it, and landed into a roll across the snowy pavement. Under normal circumstances, he would have been able to maintain his balance on the truck, but seeing that creature inside had shaken him up. He pulled himself to his feet, just in time to see the thing get out of the driver’s seat. It stepped down onto the street, and began to take confident strides towards Robin.
“It’s hard to believe someone came.” The creature said. Its voice was partially robotic, but what surprised Robin even more was the tone of sophistication it carried. This wasn’t some crazed monster. From the way he stood to the way he spoke, it almost seemed like he was a proud warrior, or some highborn noble. “But I planned for this,” The half mechanical voice continued. “There is a set of explosives planted in Gotham City Radio Station’s headquarters. In ten minutes, they will bring the whole building down.”
The Gotham City Radio (GCR) had shows scheduled for the rest of the night. There were still people in there.
“You have come to stop me.” The creature continued. “And you also want to save the people of Gotham. You cannot do both.”
Robin’s hand immediately went to his belt, and with a flash, he threw out a bird-shaped shuriken at the truck’s front left tire. The shuriken bounced off ineffectively. Upon a more careful look, Robin saw the letters “GCPD” on the tires.
“Reinforced tires. Stolen from the GCPD’s armored vehicles.” Robin said under his breath. He fished a disk shaped grenade from his belt, and threw this one straight at the truck’s engine. As the disk flew onwards, the creature jumped in its way. It raised its metallic arm to shield itself, and was engulfed in an explosion as the disk made contact. When the smoke cleared, the creature stood as he was, without so much as a scratch on him.
“You have nine minutes.” The thing said. And it was right. The GCR was so far away, that even Robin needed at least 5 minutes to get there. On top of that, he would need to locate and disarm the bombs. There was absolutely no time to waste.
“I’ll be back for you.” Robin said with anger in his voice. The frustration of having to choose between saving people and letting a criminal escape was made visible in his tone. He could have asked for Batman, but there was no way he'd show up in time, even with the batwing. The closest person to handle the job was Robin.
He fired a grapple gun up at one of the buildings, and was launched up to the air as soon as the line was connected. With a little bit of sleight of hand, he threw a tracking-device (a tiny magnetized coin shaped device) at the container loaded onto the truck. He did it while he was still being pulled up into the air. It would be impossible for anyone to notice that.
As soon as he landed on the buildings, Robin broke out into a run. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, and his left hand went up to his ear.
“Alfred, I need the bike sent to my location.”
There was a moment of silence accompanied only by Robin’s boots slamming against the rooftops.
“Done.” Alfred’s voice came in. He was a fast worker.
“And look up the blueprints to the Gotham City Radio headquarters.” Robin spoke as he ran. “Find any structural weak points where someone might place a bomb.” He considered asking Alfred to leave an anonymous tip with the police to get the building evacuated, but there was no way that everyone would be out within the next eight and a half minutes. All it would cause was commotion, and it would make it harder to find the explosives.
“A bomb threat? I’ll alert Bruce immediately.”
“He won't be here in time. And I can handle it.”
“There’s no need to take any risks, Master Tim. I will-”
“He doesn’t need this, Alfred. Not tonight.”
Robin spotted the red bike cruising through the streets beneath him. It was unmanned, guided by its own automated system. “I see the bike.” He said to Alfred. “I’ll take care of this before he can show up.”
There was an air of silence in between them again. Robin leapt off of the buildings and glided down with the help of his cape. In a graceful motion, he landed on the seat of his bike and took manual control. The engine roared and the bike shot through the streets at break-neck speed.
“Keep this between us?” Robin asked.
Alfred, it seemed, had finally gave up.
“I trust you know what you’re doing, Master Drake.”
Tires screeched against the pavement. A red bike slid across the ground on its side, and Robin kicked off from it as it neared the front entrance of Gotham City Radio’s headquarters. When he burst into the front lobby, two secretaries visibly jumped in their seats. Alfred’s voice was guiding him as he ran towards a door labeled “Stairs”.
“Continue to the bottom floor of the parking lot.” The butler’s voice buzzed in. “Among the smaller ones, there should be two large columns that hold up the frame of the building.”
Robin kicked the door open and vaulted across the handrails. He landed three floors below, and rushed into the parking lot. The two columns were there, both equally spaced across the building’s area. While other, smaller columns were also holding up the building, the two large ones seemed like the most likely targets.
If the creature behind all of this was smart, the explosives could have been placed anywhere else. After all, this was just a diversion. The whole building didn’t need to be blown up. Just one bomb hidden in a potted plant could kill dozens in an office. But, as much as Tim hated it, if that were the case, then he’d already lost. While he was never one to like gambling, he had to take his shot that the bombs were exactly where he’d expect them to be. And as he neared the closest of the two columns, he saw an inconspicuous looking cardboard box. It was almost… too easy.
When he lifted the box, he saw the bomb inside. Its detonator was one of the more advanced kinds, but Tim had seen it before in training. He took out the defusal kit on his utility belt, and began fumbling away at the device. As he unscrewed a lid, he could feel a bead of sweat roll down the side of his temple as gentle as a bird. It's wet path left a cold streak on his face. When he began lifting and sorting through the wires to look for the one he wanted, he noticed his hands trembling. It wasn't like him. He didn't know how to react to it. The wire he needed to cut was right there in front of him.
Keep it together. He thought to himself. Maybe it was a mistake to have left Bruce out of this. Maybe he should have listened to Alfred. Maybe Batman could have made it in time. Maybe-
The sound of a satisfying snip sent ease through Tim’s shoulders. He knew the bomb was defused now. There was no visible signal, as the detonator had no mounted clock. Nor was there an audible beeping that had stopped, since it didn’t have a sound module either. He just knew he had defused it successfully, because he’d done it a hundred times in training before.
As he got over to the second column, he saw yet another inconspicuous looking object. A plastic bag, filled with garbage, had another explosive hidden inside it. Again, it was too easy, almost eerily so. Tim was about to begin working on this one, when he realized that he had just over a minute left. The previous one had taken him almost double that time to defuse, and although he was confident in his abilities, he knew it was impossible to beat that record. He had to think of something. He had to act.
Tim tucked the bomb under his arm and bolted back towards the stairs.
“Alfred,” He spoke into his comm’s piece. “How tall do those blueprints say the radio tower on the roof is?”
“The tower itself is 95 feet tall.”
As he got to the stairs, Robin fired his grappling gun at the highest set of handrails that he could see. He zipped up to it, and repeated the process again, shooting his grappling gun at the highest railing visible to him from there. Once more, and he had made it all the way to the top of the building. The door leading out of the staircase burst open as he tackled it with his shoulder, and he was out in the bitter cold of the rooftops again. The famous radio tower on top of the GCR stood tall and proud against the city. Although the building itself wasn’t very big, the radio tower was impressive in its own might. Robin fired his grappling gun again, and with a few swings and jumps, landed on the tip of the tower. By his count, he had about five seconds. If his calculations (and identification of the explosive type) were right, his plan had a chance of working.
“Bruce is going to kill me for this.” He sighed. There'd be time for that later.
He swung his arm into the air, lurching his entire shoulder into the throw. As the bomb went straight up, Robin stepped off from the tower and fell straight down. The package exploded into a blossom of fire behind him, and the snowflakes all around were lit up in a golden flash as he descended. He deployed his cape and landed on the ground, safe, but shooken up. He began to stand up and sigh in relief, but the loud croaking of metal sent the hair on his neck standing.
The tower had been damaged, and it looked worse than he’d expected it to. Although it was in one piece, a part of it was breaking off from the rest of the frame. It had bent out of shape and was leaning over the streets far below, swinging from side to side in the fierce wind as if threatening to fall. It needed to be pulled back and anchored against the tower, but Robin knew he didn’t have the strength to do that. No mere human had the manpower to pull off such a feat.
The bike! Robin’s thoughts exclaimed. It had a towing line installed into its back. Although it didn’t have the strength to bend steel, the piece that was dangling over the street could easily be pulled back if he could get his motorbike up here.
Robin dove off from the side of the street, and once again used his cape to land safely on the ground, this time on the streets.
His bike was still there, and a group of civilians had cautiously formed a large circle around it. When he landed next to it, everyone began to back away immediately. As soon as he lifted the bike back onto its wheels, people were already clearing the way for him across the streets, but he didn’t turn around and head for the roads. He got on the bike, and drove it straight into the front lobby.
When he burst in through the front door, the same secretaries from earlier screamed at the top of their lungs (it seemed that they were dialing for 911 after the explosion), and Robin kept driving his bike until he made it into the staircase. It was very cramped, and he had to ride with his front wheel streaking across the walls as he made each turn. The bumpy ride up the stairs was slower than he had expected it, so he twisted the handles of his bike and began glide on and off the walls as he spiraled up. The roaring monstrosity he rode snaked its way up the stairs, and the sound (amplified by the enclosed space) was so loud that anyone daring to use stairs was scared off. When he finally made it to the top, he rode the bike straight out of the door leading to the rooftop.
Tim stood the bike up against its support, and pulled the towing line out from behind it. With the line around his arm, he climbed up to the tower and tied it around the metal hunk. The piece was beginning to grow more and more distant from the main body of the tower. He shuddered to think of what would happen if he hesitated a moment longer.
When he jumped down and climbed onto his bike, he wasted not a second in revving up the engine. The bike struggled against the weight, but it was slowly and surely moving forward, pulling the metal hunk back onto the tower. When it was close enough, Robin left the bike as it was, and the automated controls kept the bike moving forward at an even pace.
“Almost done.” He muttered to himself. Once he climbed back onto the tower, he began using the steel-lined rope from his utility belt to tie the metal hunk in place.
After a few knots, the metal piece was firmly tied against the main frame of the tower. The part that had begun to bend out of shape no longer had all of the weight it previously did. Although it looked like a shoddy job, it seemed stable. Tim stopped for a moment to let out a sigh of relief, hoping not to be interrupted this time. But now, a news helicopter had begun to float on by, with its blinding lights fixed on the Boy Wonder. He climbed down once again, detached his towing line (the steel-rope he used was enough to keep the metal hunk in place) and drove his bike off to the nearest rooftop below.
One after the other, he kept driving off the rooftops until he finally made it to the street level. As he sped away into the night, he checked the transmission of the tracker he’d placed on the shipping container earlier. The signal was lost. Robin cursed under his breath.
“Continue to the bottom floor of the parking lot.” The butler’s voice buzzed in. “Among the smaller ones, there should be two large columns that hold up the frame of the building.”
Robin kicked the door open and vaulted across the handrails. He landed three floors below, and rushed into the parking lot. The two columns were there, both equally spaced across the building’s area. While other, smaller columns were also holding up the building, the two large ones seemed like the most likely targets.
If the creature behind all of this was smart, the explosives could have been placed anywhere else. After all, this was just a diversion. The whole building didn’t need to be blown up. Just one bomb hidden in a potted plant could kill dozens in an office. But, as much as Tim hated it, if that were the case, then he’d already lost. While he was never one to like gambling, he had to take his shot that the bombs were exactly where he’d expect them to be. And as he neared the closest of the two columns, he saw an inconspicuous looking cardboard box. It was almost… too easy.
When he lifted the box, he saw the bomb inside. Its detonator was one of the more advanced kinds, but Tim had seen it before in training. He took out the defusal kit on his utility belt, and began fumbling away at the device. As he unscrewed a lid, he could feel a bead of sweat roll down the side of his temple as gentle as a bird. It's wet path left a cold streak on his face. When he began lifting and sorting through the wires to look for the one he wanted, he noticed his hands trembling. It wasn't like him. He didn't know how to react to it. The wire he needed to cut was right there in front of him.
Keep it together. He thought to himself. Maybe it was a mistake to have left Bruce out of this. Maybe he should have listened to Alfred. Maybe Batman could have made it in time. Maybe-
The sound of a satisfying snip sent ease through Tim’s shoulders. He knew the bomb was defused now. There was no visible signal, as the detonator had no mounted clock. Nor was there an audible beeping that had stopped, since it didn’t have a sound module either. He just knew he had defused it successfully, because he’d done it a hundred times in training before.
As he got over to the second column, he saw yet another inconspicuous looking object. A plastic bag, filled with garbage, had another explosive hidden inside it. Again, it was too easy, almost eerily so. Tim was about to begin working on this one, when he realized that he had just over a minute left. The previous one had taken him almost double that time to defuse, and although he was confident in his abilities, he knew it was impossible to beat that record. He had to think of something. He had to act.
Tim tucked the bomb under his arm and bolted back towards the stairs.
“Alfred,” He spoke into his comm’s piece. “How tall do those blueprints say the radio tower on the roof is?”
“The tower itself is 95 feet tall.”
As he got to the stairs, Robin fired his grappling gun at the highest set of handrails that he could see. He zipped up to it, and repeated the process again, shooting his grappling gun at the highest railing visible to him from there. Once more, and he had made it all the way to the top of the building. The door leading out of the staircase burst open as he tackled it with his shoulder, and he was out in the bitter cold of the rooftops again. The famous radio tower on top of the GCR stood tall and proud against the city. Although the building itself wasn’t very big, the radio tower was impressive in its own might. Robin fired his grappling gun again, and with a few swings and jumps, landed on the tip of the tower. By his count, he had about five seconds. If his calculations (and identification of the explosive type) were right, his plan had a chance of working.
“Bruce is going to kill me for this.” He sighed. There'd be time for that later.
He swung his arm into the air, lurching his entire shoulder into the throw. As the bomb went straight up, Robin stepped off from the tower and fell straight down. The package exploded into a blossom of fire behind him, and the snowflakes all around were lit up in a golden flash as he descended. He deployed his cape and landed on the ground, safe, but shooken up. He began to stand up and sigh in relief, but the loud croaking of metal sent the hair on his neck standing.
The tower had been damaged, and it looked worse than he’d expected it to. Although it was in one piece, a part of it was breaking off from the rest of the frame. It had bent out of shape and was leaning over the streets far below, swinging from side to side in the fierce wind as if threatening to fall. It needed to be pulled back and anchored against the tower, but Robin knew he didn’t have the strength to do that. No mere human had the manpower to pull off such a feat.
The bike! Robin’s thoughts exclaimed. It had a towing line installed into its back. Although it didn’t have the strength to bend steel, the piece that was dangling over the street could easily be pulled back if he could get his motorbike up here.
Robin dove off from the side of the street, and once again used his cape to land safely on the ground, this time on the streets.
His bike was still there, and a group of civilians had cautiously formed a large circle around it. When he landed next to it, everyone began to back away immediately. As soon as he lifted the bike back onto its wheels, people were already clearing the way for him across the streets, but he didn’t turn around and head for the roads. He got on the bike, and drove it straight into the front lobby.
When he burst in through the front door, the same secretaries from earlier screamed at the top of their lungs (it seemed that they were dialing for 911 after the explosion), and Robin kept driving his bike until he made it into the staircase. It was very cramped, and he had to ride with his front wheel streaking across the walls as he made each turn. The bumpy ride up the stairs was slower than he had expected it, so he twisted the handles of his bike and began glide on and off the walls as he spiraled up. The roaring monstrosity he rode snaked its way up the stairs, and the sound (amplified by the enclosed space) was so loud that anyone daring to use stairs was scared off. When he finally made it to the top, he rode the bike straight out of the door leading to the rooftop.
Tim stood the bike up against its support, and pulled the towing line out from behind it. With the line around his arm, he climbed up to the tower and tied it around the metal hunk. The piece was beginning to grow more and more distant from the main body of the tower. He shuddered to think of what would happen if he hesitated a moment longer.
When he jumped down and climbed onto his bike, he wasted not a second in revving up the engine. The bike struggled against the weight, but it was slowly and surely moving forward, pulling the metal hunk back onto the tower. When it was close enough, Robin left the bike as it was, and the automated controls kept the bike moving forward at an even pace.
“Almost done.” He muttered to himself. Once he climbed back onto the tower, he began using the steel-lined rope from his utility belt to tie the metal hunk in place.
After a few knots, the metal piece was firmly tied against the main frame of the tower. The part that had begun to bend out of shape no longer had all of the weight it previously did. Although it looked like a shoddy job, it seemed stable. Tim stopped for a moment to let out a sigh of relief, hoping not to be interrupted this time. But now, a news helicopter had begun to float on by, with its blinding lights fixed on the Boy Wonder. He climbed down once again, detached his towing line (the steel-rope he used was enough to keep the metal hunk in place) and drove his bike off to the nearest rooftop below.
One after the other, he kept driving off the rooftops until he finally made it to the street level. As he sped away into the night, he checked the transmission of the tracker he’d placed on the shipping container earlier. The signal was lost. Robin cursed under his breath.
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